What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Upon hearing this, Qiu Feng let out a mocking smirk, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to gasp in pain.

"He's too greedy."

"I can't breathe," Qiu Feng said.

"So greedy that they've lost their minds."

When people are blinded by a huge sum of money and face a desperate situation, they will jump into the pit without hesitation, even if they know it is a trap ahead.

He actually stole the things, and then... and then I sent him on his way.

This is a very typical and very low-class case of using someone else to do one's dirty work and double-crossing someone else.

Ma Jianguo was blinded by greed and became a tool in Qiu Feng's hands, ultimately losing his life in the process.

I didn't comment on whether Ma Jianguo deserved to die, but instead focused on another key point in his words.

"You just said there's a connection between the drumsticks and the military tally."

I looked at Qiu Feng, my gaze sharpening.

"What does that mean? These two things have a direct connection to each other?"

Just as Qiu Feng opened his mouth, ready to answer my question, a faint sound of footsteps came from behind me.

I didn't turn around.

Because I was very familiar with the aura of the person who came.

It was Li Qing who rushed over from the outskirts of the pig farm.

Before that, he first walked into the yard, stood a few meters away, and briefly surveyed the situation in my pigsty.

Seeing Qiu Feng pinned to the ground like a dead dog, while I squatted unharmed beside him interrogating him, he knew that the situation was completely under my control.

After confirming that it was safe, Li Qing did not immediately come over to meet me.

He pulled the palm-sized compass from the pocket of his shorts and held it to his chest.

Immediately, his expression turned very serious, and his brows furrowed tightly.

I saw him carrying a compass, first walking into the ruins of the bungalow whose wooden door I had kicked down and whose wall I had blasted down.

About two or three minutes later, Li Qing came out of the bungalow.

After he came out, he didn't say anything.

Instead, they continued carrying their compasses, trudging through the mud and pig manure, into the open-air pigpen where we were.

He carefully surveyed the surrounding area, looking around at several corners.

Finally, it put away its compass, stepped over a puddle of sewage, and walked to my side.

At this moment, Li Qing's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes revealed an undisguised disgust.

He stood beside me, glanced at Qiu Feng lying on the ground in a pitiful state, but did not make a sound to interrupt my interrogation.

It just stood there quietly, like a guardian deity.

I know that Li Qing must have noticed something.

This pig farm might be hiding something I don't know about.

But instead of immediately asking Li Qing, I turned my gaze back to Qiu Feng on the ground.

"Go on."

I urged.

"How exactly do the drumsticks and the military tally communicate?"

"Not direct contact..."

Qiu Feng, panting heavily, explained in a weak voice.

"These two things are related and come from the same source."

However, one of the techniques I've learned possesses a method that can forcibly amplify this faint connection, allowing me to perceive the approximate location of another object within a certain range.

Upon hearing the words "magic," I let out a cold laugh.

"Is it some kind of sorcery?"

I looked at him and continued:

"This method of forcibly establishing a connection across space cannot be without a price."

What will be the price?

Qiu Feng's body stiffened slightly, and his bloodshot eyes instinctively avoided my gaze.

He hesitated for a while, his lips trembling, before finally managing to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "Fresh...skull."

Almost the instant he uttered those words, the image of the eerie altar I had cleaved in two inside the bungalow flashed into my mind.

The blood-soaked skulls on the altar and the fresh smell of blood in the air now had a reasonable explanation.

Just then, Li Qing, who had been standing silently beside me, spoke up at the opportune moment.

His voice was deep, filled with suppressed anger:

"Old Chen, I just took a compass and walked around the pigsty, and I found some... gnawed remains."

Judging from the fracture marks and freshness of the bones, they were definitely thrown in not long ago.

Moreover... judging from the number, there should be more than one person.

As soon as Li Qing finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees.

It seems that this is why Li Qing's face darkened just now.

It turns out that this remote pig farm was not only a natural barrier used by Qiu Feng to cover up the smell of blood.

It was also his "dumping ground" for destroying evidence and disposing of the bodies of innocent victims.

Upon hearing this, my eyes instantly turned cold.

I took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging emotions.

Anger solves nothing; it only interferes with my judgment.

I refocused my gaze on Qiu Feng's deathly pale face and continued to ask:

"Is that altar in the house the one you used to cast the spell you just mentioned?"

Qiu Feng sensed the sharp killing intent in my eyes and dared not hide anything.

He nodded with difficulty and said, "Yes..."

Hearing this affirmative answer, I felt a sense of surprise and doubt.

I looked at him, quickly sorting through the known clues in my mind.

Before he died, Old Man Huo, with his last breath, clearly told me that there were two keys to open that treasure vault.

One is a short staff with an animal head that was stolen by Qiu Feng ten years ago, and the other is a bronze plaque with an animal head that has been lost to the world.

Now that Qiu Feng has obtained the second key through Ma Jianguo, he has essentially collected all the keys.

In this situation, the most important thing a normal desperado should do is find a secluded place to lay low for a while.

Or try every means to get your hands on the treasure map that Old Man Huo hid, and then open the treasure vault.

Why would he continue to hide in this stinking pig farm, killing people and taking their bones, risking exposure to perform this evil art of finding connections?

I didn't beat around the bush and directly asked the question that was on my mind.

"You've collected both keys to the treasure vault, so why are you still casting spells to find more?"

I stared into his eyes, intently monitoring his heartbeat.

"Were you lying to me just now?"

This question caught Qiu Feng off guard.

He seemed to have gleaned a key message from my words, and a sudden realization flashed in his eyes, which had been filled with despair.

He looked at me, breathing heavily, and said:

"Was it Huo Yan... that old geezer who told you all this?"

He was very clever and guessed my source of information in an instant.

When Qiu Feng realized that all the details he knew were provided by Old Man Huo, he felt as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He endured the excruciating pain of his hands and feet being pierced by nails, and struggled to lift his head, looking at me with an expression that seemed to be bargaining.